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Good-Bye

That day replays in my mind.
Trying to say good-bye, but tears only fall.
I lie the flower down on your casket, and whisper good-bye.
As they start to lower your casket the urge to run goes through me,
I resist and walk away.
As i wipe away the tears, and whisper good-bye.



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